The Faded Masquerade
Act I Veronica Castañeda had not been paid for fourteen months, and her wages were years in arrears. The debt sat in the ledger of the Excise Office like a stone in her shoe, grinding with every step she took toward the debtor’s side of the courthouse. She was the excise man’s wife, a title that meant nothing in the badlands of the Andean village, where the landscape was carved out of grief and...
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